Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-10-16

MIS-. Cn1lllnStOn.
"Atrocious indeed"
"She ought to know that now all the
girls marry for an establishment; they
did 80 even in my time; and with money
one can do so much"
Mrs. Cnillington WAS chsritable-sO
emlnently charitable. Was 8 subscrip-
ton list TO be formed, bazaar got up, g
scheme for poor children, for the daugh-
tiers of clergymen, a charity ball 20 clothe
niggers-the old story-she always fig
ured as lady patroness after she bad
carefully scanned, or sscertaiGed, the
names OF those smong whom she was 20
rank in print. She was grest believer
in print
&''The season 10 quite thing of the
past, IN town, OF course" said Mrs. Chi
lingUon, in deeply aggrievsd tone; "but
it is rather hard that l should bury my
self here for week to advance your in
terests, Melsnie."
"And 1 fear, aunt, that after the opera,
the lyceum, sud so forth, you will fnd
uur penny readings ct Stokencross school
very mild dissipation indeed" replied
Melanie, who felt provoked amid her r.
row, as her two relatives were never
weary of ringing the changes on the bril-
liant proposal OF Sir Brisco, of its many
temptations and advantages, now Ravens
bourne would be a home tor the helpless
R ggie if aught befell his uncle, and now
Di.k's future prospects would be the
Kind baronei's special care
GA man like that-an old baronet, roy
desT-"
"Old, indeed"
81 mean his title is old, he is q
tCh-he is not likely 20 give another
chance to a girl like ynu-one Of a
broken-doWn and poverty-stricken family
Twenty thousand pounds per GnnGm!
Are you mad?" asked Mrs. ChiIIingtun,
tanning herself vigorously.
Ielanle sighed with WEAKNESS OF
heart. How often had she heard all thes,
bitter Things before?
"When will the time come" sh.
| thought, "When parents and guardians
will Cease to interfere in any fashion W,,l
the Choice OF husband and wives, enforc
| iug their own real or pretended tXper.
ence, while talking Of old heads on yCuns
81 ulders, and So forth? man, ST Il SIS
il lucky; ne can generally choose for
himself"
Autumn WAS drawing on, and still the
| despatch contained 70 letter for
Melanie. What did it, what could i
mean, this most unaccp untable cessation
in the correspondence CT Montague Ions
dale?
La all that time she had heard nothing
OF him, or from him, and she knew no,
bow Or when to prosecute her inquiries
No answer had come to her passionate,
Living, and latterly reproachful letters
| and yet she loved him as much as ever,
though growing weary and heartsick by
hat long and unorOken silence.
"Wby does he not write TO me?n she
often said to her Confdent, Reggie. "Ha-
ne ceased &c care fer me? Has ne seen
some one else? Is he too busy, too ill
oh no, pO-nOt that? Has he repented Of
mis- engagement to pennlless girl, VINO
has only her love to give hlm?"
But R~ggie had his OWE suspicious, and
stoutly declared that ell these Tears were
gCoundess.
"Why waste vour th0ughts-your re-
gret-up0n him?" asked Uncle Grim
shaw one morning, So he relOcked the
despGtch-hox in angry haste els he
not too contemplate for il? Has he not
proved himself alike false, tickle and il
different? La he worth @ teer?'
But poor Melanie shed many more, and
Reggie writhed on his couch a5 he St
ened to their blatant uncle; and mean
While she nsd many hopeless days en-
hal!-sleepless nights. awe do well, -
says writer, "to cover up aud hide
these e0Ir0ws th2t ell of us go through
oace, at least, IL our liyes-sorrows for
which there is no cure, no solace, no
consolation, save IN the gradual hardeHs
Ing If our own hearts, and the healing torn
of that most mercfful Of all CONSIDERS
whose name ia Eime.n
And as tae weeks passed on, Mr. Grim
shaw could see, but with more anger than
pity, that the once family rose tinted
cheeks Of Melsnie grew pale and wan;
:h2E her sweet grey-vi0let eyes beganstp
wear hopeless expression, while dark
cloud Of despair and suspense hung ever
her head-the herald of storm she could
not, dared not see.
Now that Lonsdale was gone-a species
or double separation mplished-Mr
GrtmshaW and Mrs. ChilliDgton advised
Sir BrieCO, when with Melanie, to ignore
Ell he knew OF her love affsir, to forget IL,
Is they hoped she would soon do; or TO
look upon it as girlish and romantic folly;
to trust TO silence, time, q sense of her
OWN lutS1Ss[by 6uu 50 IOrCQ.
To do him justice, Sir Brisco Bray
brooke was either cruel nor unreasona-
BILE; nay, much the reverse, indeed. Bat
he was too old TO understand young
girls love; and though he knew not the
%Ctual pressure that was then put upon
M6lanie, and Was TO be put still further,
oy the cruel alternative they gave her, ne
thought:
'Oh, it is aIl right; all girls have first
tEac:es, and she Will get over her silly
one for that infantry fellow, poor Ions
Gale, and aIl will be jolly in the end"
"Be true to Montague, aRd do not let
them control you through me-" said
Reggie to her; there is some trickery at
work. Let them browse upon the jigger
as they please" he added, sliding into
his nautical phraseology. sand try to
BRING you up with round turn, but 1
will go to hospital-yea, to the work
house. or anywhere to save you, dearest
Melanie."
And as he spoke the poor fellow put his
wasted arms round her, and drew her
eweet face caressinglV On his breast.
Inspired By q kind OF superstition of
the heart, she frequently visited their late
trysting plate by the river side, and in do
ing SO, by recalling more wildly the last
words and last gaze of Lonsdale, sub
j=cted herself to q species Of loving self
torture; and there she would Iinger, con-
mug over in memory the details of their
parting, watching the majestic flow OF
the Thames, and remembering IS she did
so the lines of the Scottish poetess, lisa
Craig, as she tells Us how